Truth be told, after yesterday's oral surgery and root canal, my lower lip is stiff too. So are my chin and nose. Wish I knew what was done to them; I feel like I went a couple of rounds in the ring. The endodontist and anesthesiologist told me I did great.
Certainly I did better with the KO juice this time. Last year after the root canals, it took me a good half-hour to wake up enough to walk out of the office (I felt like a punchy prizefighter), whereupon I passed out for the 5-minute drive home. Darling Husband had to harangue me to stay awake long enough to eat some yogurt, then shake me awake 6 hours after I'd slid into the La-Z-Boy. Upon which I slurped a few more mouthfuls of yogurt, then went to bed and passed out for another 8 or so hours.
That was one of the best days I had all year.
It was such a relief to feel nothing, and just sleep. My theme song became "I Wanna Be Sedated," with "Haven't Got Time for the Pain" coming in at #2.
I told the anesthesiologist about them yesterday and he suggested "Comfortably Numb" for #3. (He always wears loud tropical-print shirts; I told him that if his business ever goes downhill, he could get a job at Trader Joe's.)
This time I could have made it out of the endodontist's office on my own steam, but I got to ride in a wheelchair. And though I zonked out in the car, I woke up of my own accord 30 minutes later (the procedure was at a different location from before) and downed some yogurt with no problem. Then I slept for 4 hours and once again woke on my own.
Today I'm back to thinking wistfully of Theme Song #1, between bouts of (gently!) swishing salt water in my puffy mouth.
Air kisses all around!
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Sending good wishes for a quick recovery!!
Ouch!
Good luck and much sympathy.
When I got my wisdom teeth out a few years ago, my now-husband went with me to clean me up and drive me home. I, too, got rolled out in a wheelchair. When we got back to our apartment complex, he dropped me off by the lobby door and told me to wait while he parked.
For some reason it became important to me to express my independence by getting to the apartment on my own. I vaguely remember lurching through the lobby and scaring some poor man, and then being proud and confused when I got inside the apartment, which now makes me wonder how I unlocked the door.
PS - For #4, how about "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)"?
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